It’s when I’m picking up a lot of things off the floor: icicles, pine needles, old flint from really old tree baubles. I could use a vacuum, I know  but I find it satisfying to reach stay here, crawl here, or just lie here. Christmas means something to me. It means the little things. It means cleaning up things.

Anytime I’m down here, things look manageable, smaller, happier. It really is  Merry Christmastime!